In the camera, there is only Ah Meng alone.

But in reality, there are five live broadcast teams next to it, including photographers.

The so-called live broadcast of soul exploration is just an eye-catching gimmick.

Just when Ah Meng was preparing a line book and wanted to make some show effects, she suddenly found that the barrage predicted her prediction.

"Anchor, I seem to see something in the camera!"

"There's a shadow in that window......"

"I seemed to see a woman's face...... I'm a little scared, goodbye! ”

Meng looked at the photographer.

The photographer paid attention to the barrage in real time, he frowned, shook his head, turned off the microphone, and said in a low voice: "It should be the audience who deliberately scares you, let's just go according to the normal plan." ”

Meng nodded.

She doesn't believe that there are ghosts in the world at all, if it weren't for the fact that the live broadcast industry is too involuted, and a large number of beautiful newcomers pour in every day, she wouldn't have thought about changing classification.

In fact, compared with South Korea, the domestic live broadcast industry is quite okay.

Nan Gaoli is the real king of involution, and the anchors over there do everything in order to attract attention, and they are all micro-plastic beauties who exceed the average line, and they will even tattoo his name on the body of the big brother on the list.

At this time, an old lady ran out of a private house not far away and shouted.

"What are you here for? This is my family's field! ”

When she saw that the melons she had worked so hard to grow were trampled to pieces, and the melon vines were ripped everywhere, she angrily took the grass fork and wanted to drive away this group of uninvited guests.

A strong young man snatched the pitchfork.

"Old lady, you're not sick, are you? We'll do a live stream and we'll go. Isn't it just a few broken melons, I'll just pay you. ”

The old lady didn't take the hundred-dollar bills at all, she just stared at the scarecrow in the melon field to scare the birds.

His voice was hoarse.

"I'm not sorry for those broken melons, I'm afraid that you will be victimized!"

"It's not quite right in this place years ago, I always hear strange noises at night, and I see people being dragged into the grass and never seen again...... Get out of here, don't stay in my field! ”

As she spoke, she was going to push the precious photographic equipment again.

But this was stopped by the young man, he turned his head and asked, "Ah Meng, did you find a group performer?" ”

Meng shook her head.

She felt a slight uneasiness in her heart, and the old man's words did not seem to be lying. But when you think about it, these countrymen will always say something bluffing in order to achieve their goals. She is a college student, how can she be deceived by these country women?

Ah Meng gave the photographer a look.

In the footage.

She said apologetically to the old lady: "Grandma, we are actually a group of folklore scholars, and we are here to investigate some customs. I'm really sorry, I'm sorry to trouble you, we'll leave, and the broken melon will be compensated according to the price, do you think this is okay? ”

After speaking, the camera focused on the abandoned warehouse looming in the forest not far away.

At this time, the photographer turned off the microphone of the radio.

Ah Meng's face suddenly changed, and she looked at the old lady with disgust.

"I warn you, don't mess with us, if you ruin the filming process, I'll get a lawyer to sue you! Do you understand the law? A group of legally illiterate. With that, she turned her head to touch up her makeup.

The old lady was coaxed and frightened by several young people and drove out of the melon field.

She staggered away, and as she left, the pair of cloudy and deep eyeballs glanced deeply at the men, and then shook her head and sighed.

"Amitabha, the ...... of Bliss in the Past Life"

When the troublesome old lady left the live broadcast scene.

Ah Meng's team, according to the script, began to arrange the equipment, and they prepared machines such as mini Wia and yellow machines in advance to simulate horror elements such as ghosts and ghost sounds. If you just explore it simply, not only is it troublesome to shoot, but the live broadcast effect is also very poor.

The camera once again focused on Ah Meng.

In the picture, she is wearing a light yellow jacket, holding a Buddhist card that is said to be begged from the temple, and said nervously to the camera.

"We're going to explore the abandoned warehouse a kilometre away."

"It is said that the warehouse was an army outpost in the last century, and then it was converted into a temporary prison, and many very horrible things happened. After the new century, the grain production in the vicinity increased, and there was a need for a warehouse to store grain, so this place became a warehouse again......"

She has a good sense of lines, and she renders the unknown atmosphere in just a few words.

As a result, the popularity has grown rapidly.

The place where the live broadcast team is going is the old lady's mouth, behind the forest, the abandoned warehouse where dirty things are hidden.

It was sparsely populated and overgrown with weeds, and the people carrying the network equipment followed one foot deep and one foot shallow, and soon came to the open space dozens of meters away from the abandoned warehouse.

"Ah Meng, it's so cold here......"

"Fortunately, it's summer, and the sun sets late, so it's warmer."

"How's the lighting going? When the sun has completely set, we will officially begin to explore the spirits. ”

Ah Meng nodded, she saw that in the barrage, she was still talking about the two strange figures that flashed before, and said with a smile: "Should it be a canopy or a plastic sheet?" I'm a positive energy anchor, I don't believe in strange forces, and I explore spirits to defeat feudal superstition and popularize science. ”

A man in a basketball cap pointed to the ground and asked, "Why are there tire marks here?" Didn't you say that no one came? There's no more old lady messing around later, right? ”

"Is this black engine oil?"

Someone gently picked up the black marks near the tire prints and smelled them, but it wasn't the smell of gasoline. On the contrary, there is a surging smell of rust.

That's when it happened.

Whoa—

Suddenly there was a flurry of birds in the woods, and in the light of dusk, the lake was unclear, like a black cloud.

The live broadcast team was taken aback and then laughed at each other for their timidity.

"There are no ghosts, we are ghosts ourselves!"

After a short break, although the sun had not completely set, they felt that the atmosphere at this time was not bad, which was very suitable for live broadcasting.

So the live broadcast of the soul exploration started in advance.

Ah Meng took a flashlight and followed his basketball hat companion to sweep away the weeds and walk towards the abandoned warehouse.

The abandoned warehouse has a three-story structure, and the exterior of the concrete turret and the windows are nailed with wooden planks from the outside, so it is difficult to see the inside.

The main entrance, located in the northwest corner, hangs a large lock.

The lock is brand new, no rust, as if someone is still looking after it.

Ah Meng asked the photographer to turn the camera back and whispered, "There won't really be anyone here, right?" ”

"I asked, birds don't poop in this place, and the old people in the village won't come here. It should be a lock from the township, it's okay, we have tools, and we can pick it open later. The photographer comforted.

With a crisp sound, the chains snapped.

Ah Meng gently pushed open the iron door and entered the first floor of the abandoned warehouse with the basketball cap man.

"Yikes!"

She saw that the house was full of dilapidated statues, disorganized, crooked, and badly damaged, as if some villagers had once regarded this as an ancestral hall and then abandoned it, and did not even take the idol with them.

The appearance of the idol is very strange.

It is not the common Baojia Immortal, the land god, nor the folk beliefs such as Guan Erye and Mazu, nor is it the common idol in the temple.

The statue of the Buddha in red sits with black lines on his face, and has eight arms, with a reverse lotus seal.

The man in the basketball cap picked up a metal plate, wiped off the floating ash on the surface, and said, "Big Black Buddha Mother...... Where did the sloppy god come from? Haven't heard of it. He explained to the audience with a smile: "This kind of primitive belief that should be localized, generally shamans, Gu witches and other local sects, compiled to deceive the evil gods of the countryside, reflects the backward development of the region, the barren spiritual construction." ”

The barrage suddenly realized.

brushed all kinds of words of admiration.

But at this time, someone said: "Anchor, I really didn't lie to you, I really saw a very strange figure in the camera just now, and it doesn't look like your person at all!" ”

Meng frowned.

"If you make this kind of boring joke again, I'm going to ban you."

The voice did not fall.

Someone in the team suddenly screamed, and he pointed to the room on the left, and said in a trembling voice, "W-What is that?" ”

The photographer looked upset.

They haven't set up the equipment yet, why have some people started to make assertions and engage in the effect of the show.

A group of people walked over, including Ah Meng, before they saw the things in the room clearly, and they were stunned for a long time, unable to speak for a long time.

A pitch-black corpse was tied to a wire bed.

His hands and feet were firmly tied to the iron railings with iron wires, his mouth was stuffed with things similar to rune paper and charms, his expression was hideous, his eyes were shriveled, and he seemed to have been dried, and he was highly weathered, showing no signs of decay at all......

"Fake......

Ah Meng's heart was beating and she looked at the man in the basketball cap.

The basketball cap man also lost his previous courage to deal with the old lady, he moved his steps and slowly came to the side.

Because it was a back, everyone couldn't see the man's face clearly.

He was a little scared but still reckless, so he closed his eyes, reached out to touch the charred corpse, and pretended to be suddenly enlightened and said: "It's fake when you touch it, it's obviously a prop!" It should have been a small crew before, or something that the team forgot here! ”

He didn't see it when he closed his eyes, and the moment his fingers touched the charred corpse, its fingers trembled slightly.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and looked at each other and smiled.

Ah Meng secretly wiped the cold sweat from the corner of her forehead and smiled at the camera: "Rest assured, our shooting is safe and legal......"

That's when it happened.

There was a sudden roar of the engine outside the warehouse, and the live broadcast team suddenly became nervous, could it be that the owner of the warehouse was back?

They peeked through the cracks in the planks.

I saw an orange sports car parked in the weeds, and the light was dim, and I couldn't see the appearance of the owner.

"I'll talk about it and tell him to leave when the live broadcast is over." The basketball cap man said.

"No, that's wrong!"

Someone suddenly said: "There is no asphalt road from the national highway here, how did the chassis of the sports car come over?" ”

"Probably...... It didn't come over. The photographer pointed out the window and said in a trembling voice. It's clearly a paper car! ”

Suddenly, an inexplicable chill wandered among the live broadcast team.

Ah Meng tugged at his sleeves, "Who prepared it?" It's a little scary, get that thing away. ”

Everyone looked at each other, and no one admitted it.

Bang –

The sound of the door closing, as if someone had stepped out of the paper cart, followed by a sound of heavy footsteps gradually approaching the abandoned warehouse.

Let's click, let's click.

Let's ......

Ah Meng was very frightened and said, "Don't make this kind of joke, who called the friend?" It's boring, isn't it? We're going to do a live broadcast! ”

No one could answer her question, and everyone felt strangely uneasy.

The barrage is refreshing like a tide at this time.

“66666！”

"It's like a horror movie!"

"The anchor's acting skills are good, he almost deceived us!"

Ah Meng was a little broken, and said with a crying voice: "I didn't act!" I don't really know ......."

Card rub.

The door to the warehouse was locked from the outside. Following the direction of entering, everyone subconsciously looked, only to see a pair of hideous eyes, looking at them with malicious intentions!

……

Wei Kun was exhausted.

Dodging the camera, and moving at high speed to dodge fake Honghong's attacks, consumed a lot of his physical strength.

Even if there is a daily "absorption" to feed back the ghost qi to enhance his physique, it can't withstand such consumption, and the most important thing is the unbearable burden brought to his body by time regression.

Fortunately, he finally led this "bride" to a deserted place on the outskirts of the city.

Wei Kun was like a cheetah, he stopped suddenly, turned, and once again dodged the miserable white palm that was rubbing his neck, and his feet slammed back, rushing forward.

His gaze was slightly condensed.

"Right in front of the warehouse, fix this!"

At the right time, Wei Kun was able to land, and just about to run to the abandoned warehouse, his wrist hurt violently!

Reluctantly looked down.

I saw a thin red line tied to the arm covered with small wounds, and the other end was ...... He subconsciously turned around!

The "bride's" hijab fell at some point.

On its wrist, it was also tied with a blood-colored red rope, which was connected to Wei Kun.

Suddenly!

Wei Kun only felt a strong heart season, and when he was about to use Huishuo, the sky suddenly swirled, and he opened his eyes again and calmed down. He was amazed to find that the surrounding trees had hung red lanterns at some point, and the ground was covered with red paper.

The abandoned warehouse behind him has turned into an antique mansion! The door was open, and voices were singing.

"The mantis is celebrated, such as the drum and the piano, the melon is extended, and the love is ......"

Wei Kun looked into the deep gate and frowned slightly.

He faintly sensed a trace of terrifying and strange aura that was permeating the mansion, and that aura seemed to have some similarities with Honghong and the Ghost Mirror.

Just as he was about to lift his feet and move, the red thread tied to his wrist suddenly trembled, as if someone was whispering to him.

Wei Kun felt a strong premonition for no reason.

It was as if there was a beautiful bride in a long red dress, who was looking forward to Lang Jun in the terrifying darkness of the mansion, and had been waiting for a long, long time.

At this point, the sun finally faded at the end of the horizon.

It's dark.

……

Meanwhile.

Abandoned warehouses in reality.

The stars and moon hung high, the black clouds were on the head, and a dark green figure jumped down from the helicopter at high altitude like a meteor!

On the helicopter, two heavily armed soldiers whispered.

"It's more like a weird existence than weird."

"Director Yang, she finally made a move......"